Become a founding empress in ancient times with the system

The man kneeling on the ground raised his head, his expression somewhat dissatisfied. "So what if it's the county magistrate? You are a scholar. Haven't you heard the saying that a fallen phoenix is ​​no better than a chicken?"

"Besides, you can't even be called a phoenix. You're just a county magistrate who's about to die."

The "impudent" Gao Qiang kicked the man away. He was originally a farmer and had plenty of strength. Later, he trained in the army for several years and had actual combat experience.

Considering that the adult still wanted to ask questions, he restrained his kick a little, but even so, the person was kicked directly and flew away.

The man slid down the door, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood. At this point, he finally felt a little scared, but he still didn't intend to bow his head. Instead, he stammered, "I...I want to report to the police."

"Interesting." Sheng Changan walked up to him and looked down at the man on the ground. "I'm curious, are you so confident that the government officials will stand on your side?"

She slowly squatted down, her voice coaxing, "I really don't understand, why don't you tell me."

The man on the ground was about thirty years old, thin, with a look of fear on his face. It was obvious that Sheng Changan's slowed voice had no effect on him.

He swallowed and tried to move back, but there was a door behind him. He could only curl himself up in pain. "Everyone knows that truly respected officials would never live here."

"From the moment you walked into this inn, you were telling everyone one thing: everyone can be bullied."

Sheng Changan's eyes darkened slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Anyone who has the ability to kill you will not be held accountable. The person who killed you can even get a bonus with your head." This time the person who spoke was another person.

He looked quite young, still childish, and a little panicked. "No... but I didn't mean to kill you. I just wanted to steal some money. They... all said you were rich."

Sheng Changan raised the corners of his lips slightly, sat back, and took out a silver ingot from his pocket. "Tell me what you know, and this silver ingot will be yours."

The young man looked up, his eyes filled with longing. "Not enough? One ingot of gold, and I'll tell you everything I know. I won't hide anything."

Sheng Changan paused slightly and began to look at the young man formally. He was only about ten years old and looked about the same age as Changqing and the others. His body was covered in mud and he smelled like a sewer.

My eyes are red, like I'm at the end of my rope...

"He stays, and the others take away." Sheng Changan made a decision quickly. She wanted to give the child a chance. After the others left, she slowly took out an ingot of gold.

Such a gold ingot weighs exactly one tael, which is equivalent to ten taels of silver. If it were peacetime, one gold ingot would be enough for a family of several people to live without having to work for the rest of their lives.

But it’s different if it’s a war-torn era. Although it’s valuable, it depends on where it is.

"You're right, I do have money. If your information is valuable, I can add more." Sheng Changan said with a faint smile on his lips.

The boy's breathing was a little heavy, and he rubbed his hands nervously. "Don't worry, sir. I will never hide anything."

He licked his lips and began to slowly tell everything he knew.

This is indeed an inn, but officials nowadays no longer stay here when they come to Beijing. The Donglai Inn is their first choice, and only officials who stay here will be protected.

Anyone staying at this inn is considered to be dying...